Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Poets

as soon as hip hop came out it was a music that i could and identify with the millennium.

all and round!
from the first to the last, it is in the
clear shit! all my nigger my..
the hip pop is out!
..my rap poem.

there's a certain mystique when i speak you notice
cause it's sort of unique, cause you it's me,
my poetry is deep and i'm still mad at the way i to this beat!
i can't stand still, it's like smoke crack and go to sleep,
i'm strapped it's known any i could snap,
i'm the equivalent of what would happen if rapped
i bully these so bad lyrically
it ain't even funny, i ain't even hungry, it even money
you can't pay me enough for you to me
it's cockamanie you just ain't zany enough to rock shady
my noodle is cock-a-doodle, my coo-coo
i got screws loose, yea the kitten caboodle, i'm just brutal
it's no rumor, i'm uno, assume it
there's no humor in it, no more you know
i'm rolling a swollen bowling ball in my bag
you need a fag to come and tear a near in my ass!

young hov got the game in a
twenty sold all independently,
so you mention me
make sure you got together your
like, "he's the j.f.kennedy"
i started out, i ain't no chimney
my ma was santa claus, well, at she pretended to be
'til one night, well, that's if memory serves me
i caught her under the tree.
young hov ain't no pops
god, man, i had the block
ya'll me though
you young fucks got the game all
is my life, man, this ain't no song!
you livin' your rhymes out, you live at your mom's house
in that tight-ass room, pullin' the out
and the mirror pointin' at your reflection, yourself
you american pie, feeling yourself!

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i woke up early on my born day, i'm years of blessing
the essence of adolescent my body now i'm fresh in
my physical is celebrated cause i made it
one quarter through life some god-ly like created
got rhymes 365 days annual some
load up the mic and one, cuss while i puffs from
my skull cause it's pain in my brain money maintain
don't go the grain simple and plain!
i was young at this i used to do my thing hard
robbin' foreigners take they wallets jewels and rip they green cards
dipped to the projects flashin' my quick
and got my first of ass smokin' blunts with hash
now it's all about cash in abundance, niggaz i to run with
is rich or doin years in the
i switched my motto -- instead of sayin fuck
that that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto.
once i on the block, loose cracks produce stacks
i cooked up and cut pieces to get my loot back
time is illmatic keep static like fabric
pack a that crack your whole cabbage!